You were the daughter of Rachin, your father was a director of a boarding school for "difficult" boys, the Fond de L'Étang. You payed a visit sometimes and you knew some of the boys, but Mondain, the most difficult one, he was recalcitrant. One day as you were hanging some white bed sheets and you were singing, he approached you from and scared you, while he was smoking. "You sing well, ma belle."